"Morgead, I really think we should go." Morgead turned to Raven, his eyes' flaring with anger. Raven, startled, took a step back.
"What? So you just want to give up?" yelled Morgead.
"Come on, man, she didn't mean that," said Val, pushing Morgead a little back and sending a warning look towards Raven. Honestly, he hadn't seen him this mad before. The only other time he was mad was when Jez had knocked him to the ground on purpose because Val had stolen Morgead's so called 'lunch'. He had thought for a second over there, that Morgead was going to kill him. And then, suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit Val. This didn't happen much. Val turned to Morgead excitedly.
"Her uncle!" he said.
"What?" hissed Morgead, his eyes' still staying on Raven.
"Jez's uncle! Her uncle Bracken! We haven't asked him yet, have we? She might be with him!" Morgead's gaze tore away from Raven and when it met Vals' they were bright with a mixture of relief and hope.
"Why didn't I think of that before?" he muttered. Nodding his head towards the other two, Thsitle and Pierce, who were silently watching the scenario, he beckoned them back towards their bikes. He spotted the jet black one against the gleam of the monnlight and strode to it, mounting the bike. The others imitated his movement and pretty soon, their engines revved healthily. Even though they drove pretty fast, none of them drove faster then Morgead. He drove like a maniac, twisting and swerving from oncoming cars and trucks that beeped their horns angrily when he passed. Raven was surprised there were no police cars trailing after him judging by the speed he was drviing. Finally, they rode up a fairly clean street, with houses standing dull in the moonlight, but the edges of the tips of grass gleaming. Pulling off his helmet, Morgead carelessly dumped it into one of the front yards and briskly walked towards one of the front houses. A number '43' shone as he neared it. He could hear the others getting off their bikes and then coming forwards. Raising his hand, he banged the knocker against the door three times and waited. Her uncle wouldn't take that long to answer the door. He was a vampire himself, he'd be awake if a piece of paper fell onto the floor. And sure enough, the door swung open to reveal a man around his middle thirties, with bright blue eyes' and a shock of blonde hair. He eyed Morgead and the gang with a knowing look, and something told Morgead that the man had been expecting them.
"Where's Jez?" asked Morgead abruptly. The man did not raise an eyebrow at the boy's manners. He was used to it after all these years. The man sighed and leaned against the doorframe, knowing they wouldn't like the answer he was about to supply them.
"I don't know." There was silence and then Morgead's voice cut through, angry and sharp, as if hiding a feeling. The man knew exactly what that feeling was. He had once felt it himself a long time ago.
"What do you mean, you don't know?"
"What I mean," said the man slowly, running a hand through his silky hair. "Is I don't know. I haven't seen her for a while. I suspect the last time she was here was when she was going out with you lot. I haven't seen her since."
"What, and you haven't been looking for her?" asked Raven angrily somewhere in the crowd.
"Jez is not the kind of person who is easy to keep track of. I gave up that task years ago."
"So you don't know where she is?" piped up Val from the back. The man looked angry.
"Where are your brains, boy? Haven't I just denied the fact I haven't seen her for a long time?"
"Well, we won't waste your time, then," said Morgead sharply. He turned his back on the man and walked back to the bikes. The man noticed the boy's head was lowered. He watched silently as the bikes came to life and the gang drove away. The man leaned against the door, watching the night sky wearily. Jez, do you realise how many people you're hurting? he thought to himself.